Forever Almost

Chapter 18

Travis's eyes were locked on Taylor as he removed her gown, leaving her only in the leather bra. His gaze lingered, appreciating the sight before him with a mixture of desire and admiration. "You're incredible," he said, his voice rough with anticipation.

Taylor met his gaze with a mix of eagerness and confidence. She began removing his clothes, her hands moving deliberately, stripping him of his attire until he was left completely naked. The sight of him, now bare and vulnerable, fueled her own desire.

She slid off the dining table and approached him with a determined expression. Her hand caressed his hard member, her touch sending shivers through him. "I want my dessert now," she said, her voice filled with both desire and playfulness.

Taylor knelt in front of him, her eyes locked on his. She took him into her mouth inch by inch, her lips and tongue working in rhythm. Travis's groan filled the room, a sound of pleasure and appreciation. "Taylor," he breathed, her name escaping his lips with a mix of desire and admiration.

Despite the difficulty, Taylor continued, determined to give him the satisfaction he craved. She struggled slightly but remained focused, her efforts evident in her unwavering commitment. As she started to lick him, Travis's hands found her hair, gripping it gently but firmly.

He guided her movements, his groans growing louder. "You feel incredible," he said through gritted teeth. The intensity of the moment heightened, and Taylor's dedication was clear as she continued her efforts, her own pleasure intertwined with his.

When Travis finally reached the point of no return, he let out a deep, primal groan, his release coming swiftly. Taylor took all of him, her resolve unwavering as she swallowed, ensuring she had satisfied him completely.

As she stood up, Travis's eyes met hers. He saw his cum spilled out from her mouth dripping to her cleavage. He used his fingers to collect it and inserted it deep to her pussy. "You were amazing," he said. "Thank you. Taylor smiled, feeling a deep sense of accomplishment

Travis's eyes were dark with intensity as he looked at Taylor, his breath uneven with anticipation. As he bent her over the dining table, the atmosphere crackled with electric tension. There was a profound depth to their connection that set this moment apart from their previous encounters. The air was thick with desire and longing.

"You're everything to me," Travis murmured, his voice a low, reverent growl. He entered her slowly, savoring every inch of the sensation. His movements were deliberate, each thrust filled with an aching passion and a deep, primal need.

Taylor gasped as he filled her, the sensation both intense and profoundly intimate. "Travis," she breathed, her voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and emotion. "I need you."

Travis's hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve with a fierce tenderness. He removed her bra and threw it away now leaving her completely naked under him. His touch was both commanding and gentle as he toyed with her clit, his fingers deftly stimulating her, and he played with her nipples, eliciting sharp gasps from her with every touch. "You feel incredible," he said, his voice a gravelly whisper of desire. "I've wanted you like this for so long."

Each thrust was met with Taylor's soft, urgent cries, her body responding eagerly to the intensity of their connection. "Travis, it's so much," she moaned, her voice filled with raw need. "I can't take it anymore."

Travis's breath grew ragged as he listened to her, his movements becoming more fervent. "I want you more than anything," he said, his voice rough with passion. "You're all I've ever wanted."

The rhythm of his thrusts grew more passionate, driven by the intensity of their shared desire. Taylor felt herself approaching the brink, her body trembling with the force of her impending climax. "I'm so close," she gasped, her voice a strained mix of pleasure and desperation.

Travis, feeling her body tighten around him, quickened his pace, his own release imminent. "Let go, Taylor," he urged, his voice filled with raw, primal need. "I want to feel you come apart for me."

When Taylor's climax hit, it was a powerful wave of ecstasy, her body convulsing with pleasure. Her cries were filled with a deep, resonant satisfaction. Travis followed closely behind, his release coming with a deep, guttural groan as he spilled inside her.

The room was filled with the sounds of their shared ecstasy, the intensity of their connection undeniable. Travis stayed inside her, their bodies pressed close, and he continued to kiss her shoulders and neck, his hands caressing her with a tender possessiveness.

As they both began to come down from the peak of their passion, Travis held her close, his hands gently stroking her back. "You're incredible," he whispered, his voice soft yet filled with deep admiration. "I've never felt this way before."

Taylor, still catching her breath, looked back at him with a mix of exhaustion and profound satisfaction. "I've never felt anything like this," she whispered.

Travis carried Taylor to his bedroom, the passion between them barely restrained. The room was bathed in soft, ambient light, and as soon as they were inside, their focus was solely on each other. They explored every inch of their bodies with an urgency and tenderness that spoke volumes of their deepening connection.

Their love-making was intense and varied, moving seamlessly from slow and sensual to fiery and urgent. They lost themselves in each other, the world outside fading away. Hours passed as they discovered new heights of pleasure and intimacy, their bodies entwined in a rhythm that felt both exhilarating and soothing.

In the early hours of the morning, around 5 a.m., they finally lay down to rest, their bodies exhausted but their spirits elevated. Their sleep was fragmented, punctuated by tender touches and whispered endearments as they drifted in and out of consciousness, savoring the aftermath of their night together.

When morning arrived, their passion was far from over. Taylor, with a playful smile, decided to prepare breakfast. The kitchen soon became another arena for their fervor. As she cooked, Travis's hands roamed over her, pulling her onto the kitchen counter. The cold surface against their heated bodies only heightened the intensity of their encounter. They made love again, their movements a blend of playful and passionate, laughter mingling with their moans.

Later, as they dressed and prepared to head to the hospital, their parting was no less ardent. In the car, Travis reached over to Taylor, pulling her close for a quick, heated make-out session. Their kisses were urgent, reflecting the intensity of their emotions. "We should probably get going," Taylor murmured, breathless from their kiss.

"Yeah," Travis agreed, his voice equally breathless. "But I can't wait to have you again."

Their interactions throughout the day were colored by their shared experiences. Taylor felt a lingering sense of satisfaction, and every glance or touch from Travis felt charged with the intimacy they had shared.

At the hospital, Taylor focused on her patients, but her mind often wandered back to the morning's passion. The memory of Travis's hands on her, his kisses, and the raw intensity of their encounters kept her feeling both exhilarated and connected. Meanwhile, Travis, in his cabin, was trying to maintain his professional facade but often found his thoughts drifting back to their night together and the way Taylor made him feel.

He heard a knock at his door and saw his father outside. He asked him "What are you doing in my cabin?"